Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed or Smallville and they are not my intellectual property. There is no financial gain made from this nor will any be sought. This is for entertainment purposes only.

Chapter 1: "Something Wicca This Way Comes"

Pushing the hair out of his eyes, Chris Halliwell looked up at the man he had just run into. It felt as though he had hit solid steel, but instead he found himself looking at a very handsome, muscular man. He was wearing a dark navy flannel shirt with a pair of light blue jeans, and Chris couldn't help but notice the man's beautiful blue eyes, as the man had also bent down and was helping pick up the books that had scattered across the sidewalk.

Clark had been walking across campus to find his first class of the year when a smaller brown haired man ran smack into him, obviously not looking where he was going. "Psychology 101, Medieval History, and Intro to Criminology?" Clark mused, picking up the textbooks that the man had dropped. "That's quite an interesting course load," he commented.

Chris blushed. Ever since he, Melinda, and Wyatt had come fully into their powers, it seemed as though high school had been full time demon vanquishing with a dash of education on the side. He had no idea what he wanted to do with his life professionally, so he had decided to move to Metropolis and take a random course load at the University, in the hopes of finding something he enjoyed doing. Shrugging, Chris replied "Couldn't decide on what to take." Standing up, he reached out for the books that the other man had picked up. "Sorry about running into you, I was trying to figure out where my first class was."

Clark handed over the books. "No problem, I wasn't fully watching where I was going either. I think we actually have the same first class, Intro to Criminology with Professor Blake? After seeing the man nod, Clark stuck out his hand and introduced himself, "I'm Clark Kent".

Chris shifted his books to his left arm and shook Clark's hand. "Chris Halliwell," he replied.

That name sounded familiar to Clark, but he couldn't place it. Glancing at his watch, he noticed that they only had 10 minutes to get to class, which Clark thought was still halfway across campus. If he was on his own, he wouldn't be too concerned because he could just super speed to class. "We better get a move on, or we will be late."

Chris just nodded. If Clark wasn't there, he could have just orbed to class, but oh well, didn't hurt to make new acquaintances. "Lead the way," he said with a grin, sensing that Clark at least had somewhat of an idea where they were heading to.

The two managed to make it to class on time and Clark helped Chris find his next class afterwards, with a promise to meet up for coffee later that week.

xxxxx

Later that week at the coffee shop….

Clark had already ordered his coffee and was waiting patiently for Chris to arrive. He normally didn't make friends easily, with his secrets and all that, but Chris seemed like a really nice guy. A really nice cute guy, he thought to himself. After his many disastrous attempts of dating during high school, Clark had begun to realize that he was also attracted to men, although he had yet to date one yet.

The doorbell of the coffee shop dinged, bringing Clark out of his thoughts. Clark looked to see if it was Chris who had arrived, but instead a familiar head of blonde hair entered.

"Hey Clark!" Chloe exclaimed, surprised to see Clark in the store. He normally invited her to come with him when he went to the coffee shop. Grabbing her typical extra whip, soy caramel latte from the barista, she plumped down in one of the chairs next to Clark. "How'd your first week of classes go so far?"

Clark responded, offering tidbits of information here and there, but not fully paying attention to their conversation. He was still keeping an eye out for that shaggy brown hair.

Orbing into the back alley way of the coffee shop, Chris brushed the dirt off his pants and straightened his shirt. He had been running late and figured the best way to make it somewhat on time would be to orb there. Entering the coffee shop, he looked around the store for Clark, spotting him sitting with a pretty blond in the corner. Even though he had just met Clark earlier that week, Chris still felt a ping of jealousy when he saw the gorgeous blonde. It was just his luck that Clark swung the other way. Chris was going to duck back out of the coffee shop, but then Clark spotted him and waved.

Chloe turned to see who Clark was waving too. It was a slender man, with tousled chestnut brown hair and brown eyes. He was wearing dark slim jeans, with a grey zip-up hoodie. He had a bulging messenger bag slung over his shoulder.

Seeing Clark's wave, Chris decided to swallow his jealousy and join the two at the table. He carefully weaved through the tables, making sure not to knock anyone with his bag. Reaching the table, he reached out his hand to the woman to introduce himself. "Hi, I'm Chris Halliwell."

Chloe shook his hand firmly, looking curiously between Clark and Chris. "I'm Chloe Sullivan, a friend of Clark's," she introduced herself. "Halliwell….Halliwell, I know that name. Would you happen to be related to Phoebe Halliwell, of the Bay Mirror?" Chloe prided herself on knowing influential female writers. After all, she wouldn't be much of a journalist herself if she didn't do her research.

Chris nodded, taking a seat next to Clark. "Yeah, she's my aunt."

"That's it," Clark said, snapping his fingers. "I knew that name sounded familiar." Phoebe Halliwell was a well-known advice columnist; he should have recognized the name sooner. "Chloe and I are both taking journalism; I'm not surprised she picked up on your name."

Oh, so perhaps that's how the two of them met each other. Chris had also noticed how Chloe specifically introduced herself as a friend of Clark's, maybe there was hope yet.

"Are you from San Francisco as well then Chris? Does your family still live there?" Chloe asked, interested in finding out more about Chris, since Clark obviously seemed interested in him. She had been the first person Clark had confided in that he was bisexual.

Chris nodded in response to both of Chloe's questions and added "I'm going to grab a drink, I'll be right back." Pulling his wallet from his back pocket, Chris walked over to place his order.

Chloe swatted Clark on the arm. "Clark, you didn't tell me you were meeting a cute boy," she whispered loudly.

Clark blushed. "He's just someone I met in my criminology course."

"Well had you told me that you were on a date, I would have disappeared earlier," Chloe grinned, teasing Clark.

Clark groaned. "It's not a date Chloe, it's just coffee."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever Clark." Chloe said, standing up with her drink. "Anyways, I will let you two have your coffee not-date. And you will have to fill me in when you get home." Clark nodded, knowing that he was never going to hear the end of it. Once Chloe told Lois, it was all he was going to hear back at their apartment for the next little while.

Chris was surprised to see that Chloe had left when he returned to the table. "I hope I didn't scare her off," he said jokingly, sitting back down next to Clark.

"Oh no, don't worry about that," Clark replied, taking Chris's comment more seriously than he intended. Looking at Chris's expression, he quickly realized that the other man had been joking and smiled.

The two of them fell into a relaxed conversation, talking about their parents and what they planned on getting out of their education. Chris glanced down at his watch. "Oh, it's nine o'clock already," Chris said, startled that three hours had passed and he had barely felt the time going by. "I have to get going; my mom isn't used to me being away from home yet and will get worried if I don't give her a call tonight." More like annoyed that he forgot to stop in for dinner. He stood up hurriedly, pulling the strap of his messenger bag over his head. "You'll be in class on Monday?" Chris asked Clark. At Clark's nod, Chris headed out of the shop and orbed back to the Manor.

"Christopher Perry Halliwell!" Piper's irate voice filled the house as Chris orbed in. Cringing, Chris realized that it was going to be a long night.

xxxxx

Author's Notes: A pairing that I have tossed around for a while but haven't written anything on. Will be a relatively short story. Using Charmed episode titles for the chapters. Let me know what you think!